a burden so heavy.
even writing lyrics isnt good enough to express.
i need to find another form of expression.
before it all builds up and dies.
guitar, singing, dance.


world, please mass produce.
so there will be a higher probability.
then again i am unconcerned.


why am i searching in all the places where i know i will find no solace.
the answer lays uncovered before me.
yet i choose to ignore and overlook.
stubborn, adamant.


wasted away.
today.
graffiti rebels without a cause.


now for my music therapy.
while i slumber.


what do i do when lightning strikes me
and awake to find that you're not there
what have i gotta do
when sorry seems to be the hardest word.

perfection at 5:57 PM